Booklog 2007: Week 4
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Week 4: 22-28 January 2007
19. Espedair Street, Iain Banks — A novel about the rise and fall of a Scottish rock bank, told from the perspective of its bass player, Daniel Weir (nickname: Weird). Nothing revelatory, but since, as some of you may know, I’m fascinated by band dynamics and performance personas, there was a lot for me to enjoy in this. Especially since Banks’ opening description of Danny states that he’s tall, with lank, greasy black hair, and a hooked nose—it’s Snape in a band! (Seriously, I could not shake this image for the entire rest of the book.) But oddly, what I think I enjoyed most was the descriptions of Danny (once he’s retired and gone into hiding, pretending to be somebody else) getting drunk and wandering around Glasgow with his buddies. The aimless drunk Scottish banter—that’s what I loved. Perhaps because it seemed the most real?
Two things that freaked me out: 1) That Banks brought ‘The Waste Land’ into this—I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m kind of like, “Hey! The Eliot/band idea is mine! Beat it, Banks!” Banks also wrote Consider Phlebas, which was going to be my title for…something. I dunno. Get out of my head, man!
And 2) I know that some people think that the Puddlejumpers ‘verse is depressing, but let me just say: Have I electrocuted anybody? No, I have not. Think about that. ;-)
20. Last Days of Summer, Steve Kluger — An epistolary novel about a 12-year-old Jewish kid from Brooklyn who becomes best friends with a star baseball player in the early 1940s. This is utter pap, but…well, okay, I’m embarrassed to admit that I quite liked it. Joey is one of those impossibly clever and erudite 12-year-olds, and the premise is ridiculous—not just the becoming-best-friends-with-a-ballplayer part, but the fact that Joey and Charlie, the New York Giants’ 3rd baseman, also go on to meet President Roosevelt, Humphrey Bogart, etc. Like I said: ridiculous, and there are shades of Forrest Gump that make me gag. Yet…it’s sweet, and very funny, and Charlie is just the type of character I tend to fall for: someone who puts a lot of effort into appearing brash and tough but is a secret softie. And I have to admit that the all-too-inevitable ending made me cry.
21. Transformation, Carol Berg — I loved this. I am shocked and delighted by how much I loved this. It’s an original world combined with all the pleasures of a really slashy bit of fanfic. There are slavefic and wingfic elements, and demons and destiny, and it all sounds really cheesy, but like really good fic, it transcends these clichés. The relationship between Aleksander and Seyonne is beautifully developed: they begin as master and slave, and we get to see the whole process of Aleksander gaining maturity and compassion, and Seyonne regaining himself. Plus there’s a really thrilling quest-y adventure, and an intensely exciting climactic battle in which…well, it would spoil it to say, but know that I made a very loud squeeing noise. Even without actually being slash, this book is the slasher’s dream come true. I only hope the next two volumes in the trilogy are half as good.
22. You Are Not a Stranger Here, Adam Haslett — This was recommended to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
honey_babes, and it was a beautiful and thought-provoking but very difficult read. Haslett’s short stories share themes of mental illness, suicide, alienation and grief—boy, do I make this book sound fun! But these stories are striking, and Haslett’s prose is beautiful. “The Beginnings of Grief,” about the violent relationship an orphaned boy tumbles into with a brutal classmate, was especially compelling to me, as was the story about a grown up brother and sister living together, haunted by the memory of their mother’s suicide and the man they both loved. Plus, “Notes to My Biographer” has one of the most startling and effective descriptions of schizophrenia that I’ve ever encountered. (It and “The Beginnings of Grief” are both available online: Notes and Grief.) These stories are stark and incredible, but not recommended reading if you’re feeling the least bit emotionally vulnerable!
23. Geography Club, Brent Hartinger — Novel about a group of gay teens who form a secret support group for themselves under the guise of the (they think) too-boring-for-anyone-to-join Geography Club. The best thing about this was probably the voice of the narrator, Russel, who sounds like a real teenager—just innocent enough, stupid enough, angry enough, moral enough, self-involved/confused/horny/mixed-up/self-aware enough. The plot is pretty predictable, but except for a few anvil-y moments (like when Russel explains, in parentheticals, how a self-sacrificing classmate is like Jesus, in a way), it’s well-told. I guess the biggest problem for me is that I’m too old for this book; like a lot of teen lit, it’s really about a lesson, and I already know that tolerance is important and that you can’t be someone you’re not and that high school really, really sucks. So while I don’t think it’s possible for me to really get all that much out of this book, I’m glad that it exists. When you’re a teenager—gay or straight—it’s helpful just to know that you’re not alone, that you’re not the only one who feels as fucked up as you do. (Actually, that lesson is helpful anytime.)
24 & 25. Astonishing X-Men: Gifted & Astonishing X-Men: Dangerous, Joss Whedon — The one thing I do miss about high school? Having a disposable income, and thus being able to buy tons of comic books every week. I am so behind on all the titles I used to read, I will never, ever be able to catch up, but it’s nice that the library has started stocking more trade paperback collections, so I can catch up here and there. And of course I had to read Joss Whedon’s take on the X-Men, which is…pretty much as I expected, really. I dunno. I mean, these were great fun to read, and Whedon’s dialogue is hilarious, but I think in part because I missed whatever arc came before this, I feel kind of cut off from what’s going on. Maybe if I keep reading (and library permitting, I will) beyond these first 12 issues, I’ll get swept up in this, in that slow build of character development and epic plotting that comics can bring when they’re really, really good. Which this has the potential to be, I think? Because even with the number of times I’ve been burned, I do trust in Joss. What a silly little fangirl I am.
Total Books: 25
ETA: Speaking of reading—damn, there is a ton of awesome-looking fic today! Why must I be so frickin' busy?
Week 4: 22-28 January 2007
19. Espedair Street, Iain Banks — A novel about the rise and fall of a Scottish rock bank, told from the perspective of its bass player, Daniel Weir (nickname: Weird). Nothing revelatory, but since, as some of you may know, I’m fascinated by band dynamics and performance personas, there was a lot for me to enjoy in this. Especially since Banks’ opening description of Danny states that he’s tall, with lank, greasy black hair, and a hooked nose—it’s Snape in a band! (Seriously, I could not shake this image for the entire rest of the book.) But oddly, what I think I enjoyed most was the descriptions of Danny (once he’s retired and gone into hiding, pretending to be somebody else) getting drunk and wandering around Glasgow with his buddies. The aimless drunk Scottish banter—that’s what I loved. Perhaps because it seemed the most real?
Two things that freaked me out: 1) That Banks brought ‘The Waste Land’ into this—I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m kind of like, “Hey! The Eliot/band idea is mine! Beat it, Banks!” Banks also wrote Consider Phlebas, which was going to be my title for…something. I dunno. Get out of my head, man!
And 2) I know that some people think that the Puddlejumpers ‘verse is depressing, but let me just say: Have I electrocuted anybody? No, I have not. Think about that. ;-)
20. Last Days of Summer, Steve Kluger — An epistolary novel about a 12-year-old Jewish kid from Brooklyn who becomes best friends with a star baseball player in the early 1940s. This is utter pap, but…well, okay, I’m embarrassed to admit that I quite liked it. Joey is one of those impossibly clever and erudite 12-year-olds, and the premise is ridiculous—not just the becoming-best-friends-with-a-ballplayer part, but the fact that Joey and Charlie, the New York Giants’ 3rd baseman, also go on to meet President Roosevelt, Humphrey Bogart, etc. Like I said: ridiculous, and there are shades of Forrest Gump that make me gag. Yet…it’s sweet, and very funny, and Charlie is just the type of character I tend to fall for: someone who puts a lot of effort into appearing brash and tough but is a secret softie. And I have to admit that the all-too-inevitable ending made me cry.
21. Transformation, Carol Berg — I loved this. I am shocked and delighted by how much I loved this. It’s an original world combined with all the pleasures of a really slashy bit of fanfic. There are slavefic and wingfic elements, and demons and destiny, and it all sounds really cheesy, but like really good fic, it transcends these clichés. The relationship between Aleksander and Seyonne is beautifully developed: they begin as master and slave, and we get to see the whole process of Aleksander gaining maturity and compassion, and Seyonne regaining himself. Plus there’s a really thrilling quest-y adventure, and an intensely exciting climactic battle in which…well, it would spoil it to say, but know that I made a very loud squeeing noise. Even without actually being slash, this book is the slasher’s dream come true. I only hope the next two volumes in the trilogy are half as good.
22. You Are Not a Stranger Here, Adam Haslett — This was recommended to me by
honey_babes, and it was a beautiful and thought-provoking but very difficult read. Haslett’s short stories share themes of mental illness, suicide, alienation and grief—boy, do I make this book sound fun! But these stories are striking, and Haslett’s prose is beautiful. “The Beginnings of Grief,” about the violent relationship an orphaned boy tumbles into with a brutal classmate, was especially compelling to me, as was the story about a grown up brother and sister living together, haunted by the memory of their mother’s suicide and the man they both loved. Plus, “Notes to My Biographer” has one of the most startling and effective descriptions of schizophrenia that I’ve ever encountered. (It and “The Beginnings of Grief” are both available online: Notes and Grief.) These stories are stark and incredible, but not recommended reading if you’re feeling the least bit emotionally vulnerable!23. Geography Club, Brent Hartinger — Novel about a group of gay teens who form a secret support group for themselves under the guise of the (they think) too-boring-for-anyone-to-join Geography Club. The best thing about this was probably the voice of the narrator, Russel, who sounds like a real teenager—just innocent enough, stupid enough, angry enough, moral enough, self-involved/confused/horny/mixed-up/self-aware enough. The plot is pretty predictable, but except for a few anvil-y moments (like when Russel explains, in parentheticals, how a self-sacrificing classmate is like Jesus, in a way), it’s well-told. I guess the biggest problem for me is that I’m too old for this book; like a lot of teen lit, it’s really about a lesson, and I already know that tolerance is important and that you can’t be someone you’re not and that high school really, really sucks. So while I don’t think it’s possible for me to really get all that much out of this book, I’m glad that it exists. When you’re a teenager—gay or straight—it’s helpful just to know that you’re not alone, that you’re not the only one who feels as fucked up as you do. (Actually, that lesson is helpful anytime.)
24 & 25. Astonishing X-Men: Gifted & Astonishing X-Men: Dangerous, Joss Whedon — The one thing I do miss about high school? Having a disposable income, and thus being able to buy tons of comic books every week. I am so behind on all the titles I used to read, I will never, ever be able to catch up, but it’s nice that the library has started stocking more trade paperback collections, so I can catch up here and there. And of course I had to read Joss Whedon’s take on the X-Men, which is…pretty much as I expected, really. I dunno. I mean, these were great fun to read, and Whedon’s dialogue is hilarious, but I think in part because I missed whatever arc came before this, I feel kind of cut off from what’s going on. Maybe if I keep reading (and library permitting, I will) beyond these first 12 issues, I’ll get swept up in this, in that slow build of character development and epic plotting that comics can bring when they’re really, really good. Which this has the potential to be, I think? Because even with the number of times I’ve been burned, I do trust in Joss. What a silly little fangirl I am.
Total Books: 25
ETA: Speaking of reading—damn, there is a ton of awesome-looking fic today! Why must I be so frickin' busy?
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Date: 2007-01-29 07:05 pm (UTC)If you haven't got enough to read, that is. ;)
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Date: 2007-01-29 07:17 pm (UTC)If you haven't got enough to read, that is.
I can never have enough. This is kind of scary when you think about it.
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:21 pm (UTC)I love Robin Hobb, but the ending to The Tawny Man trilogy was really lame. And it had been building steadily (and wonderfully) for the previous eight books, too.
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:27 pm (UTC)Stop after the first one, though! Really! You'll be happier!
I've heard the same thing about Robin Hobb. I still picked up Assassin's Apprentice on Saturday for a buck, though...
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Date: 2007-01-29 07:56 pm (UTC)As to the rest of the trilogy... I definitely cling to the first one as my favorite, but the others are well worth the read. They take what's been fleshed out around the edges in the opening, and then twist it all upside-down and backward. I had a little bit of a love/hate thing going with that, but the epic feel they give it all and the ending make them interesting. Granted, it's been a while, but I remember the third book closing rather slashily, too.
So, yeah, overall? Yay. And I'd kill to see what Berg's secret stash of h/c fic looks like, because you just know it's out there somewhere. *g*
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:52 pm (UTC)I thought of you a lot while I was reading Espedair Street. I almost wrote you a (not serious!) e-mail along the lines of, "You know, I've been reading this book, and it's really inspired me to think that one of the members of the band should get electrocuted by their own equipment. What do you think? You wanna illustrate that?" Then decided it was too mean. *eg*
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Date: 2007-01-29 09:02 pm (UTC)Heh. Well, I've only actually been reading X-Men comics at all since, uh, probably last spring. But I spent quite a bit of time absorbing knowledge from the fannish hive-mind and Wikipedia before I started, plus a couple of years on the edges of movieverse fandom (which naturally gets a lot of spill-over), plus I've read quite a bit of the 1980s Claremont run, much of which is relevant, so I've picked up quite a lot.
Yup, I've only read to the end of Dangerous; Amazon says that the next book, Torn, comes out on Valentine's Day (*g*) so I may buy it with my birthday money, if I get any.
I thought of you a lot while I was reading Espedair Street. I almost wrote you a (not serious!) e-mail along the lines of, "You know, I've been reading this book, and it's really inspired me to think that one of the members of the band should get electrocuted by their own equipment. What do you think? You wanna illustrate that?" Then decided it was too mean. *eg*
Hehehehe. I'm sure Radek wouldn't allow any of the equipment to malfunction, though!
Should I read the book? I wasn't sure, from your description, if it would be my thing.
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Date: 2007-01-29 09:26 pm (UTC)Valentine's Day, hmm? *wishes you could reserve new books from the library*
I'm sure Radek wouldn't allow any of the equipment to malfunction, though!
Never! The thought's really too horrible to contemplate!
Should I read the book? I wasn't sure, from your description, if it would be my thing.
Um. I dunno. How interested are you, really, in books about bands? Because this one was quite nice, but not, like I said, stellar. I forget, have you read U2 at the End of the World yet? Because if not, THAT'S what you should read.
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:50 pm (UTC)Yes! I knew I wasn't the only one who read and loved it too! Wonderful slashy elements! And yes, the sequels are...well, I won't spoil ya. *grins*
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Date: 2007-01-30 10:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-31 04:49 am (UTC)The sequels are just as good and completely filled with the non slashy goodness. Book two is a little less engaging, but book three really packs a punch. And if I remember correctly Book three has so much non slash in it that it's hard to think of it as...non slash.
So go buy the others or get your hands on them as soon as possible because they are wonderful. Gah! I want to tell you about them, but I must not spoil anything. *sigh* Now I want to go re-read them. :)
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